this has probably got to be the saddest most truest shit i've ever written..
and i'm sorry..
hey look i don't know if i'll be here tomorrow.. tomorrow is never granted, might walk out and get hit by a car while walking down the street so yeah i know that i gotta get living but it's just so hard.. when you can't even breathe
yeah, I hate my life but still drink to my accomplishments but what accomplishments never made the honors list which made a yungin run into the bathroom with slit wrists always wanted something better but now i'm over it realized i was no longer myself before the chorus hit claimed to be something i was not, plagued by innocence i got My Chem and Antlers playing like it has relevant but Peter said it best because i can't end a story while i'm still on the fence, and life can leave you defenseless staring at the hole in your piece saying i'll go and end this your heart agreeing but brain saying it's just senseless look in your mirror think the rope at your feet might look so much better as a necklace, but one bullet in the mouth could leave them all breathless..